Requir'd some sleepe her passions to expell:
Which when sad Morpheus will did vnderstand,
He clos'd her eie-lids with his leaden hand.
Now sleepeth shee: and as shee sleepes, beholde;
Shee seemes to see the God whom late shee wronged
Standing before her; whose fierce looks vnfold,
His hidden wrath (to whom iust ire belonged)
Seeing, shee sighs, and sighing quak't for feare,
To see the shaddow of her shame appeare.
Betwixt amaze and dread as shee thus stands,